I read yesterday about "famous" people celebrating another "famous" person's 1st place on the Spotify game. Am I supposed to feel anything? I can't, because nobody's not in control here. I can't even feel shame, since I can make the difference between the fake and the real nation. We know happy fake boys and girls don't need Love; it's not needed when you want to have "fun". Unfortunately, it's never enough, so depending on satisfaction to move on, they're in danger of finding the marriage that is eternal tears.
You can't have us.
You're going down alone.
